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What the elf prince whispered
to his ivy vine bride
when the last ancient glacier
gleamed blue in twilight gloom
What the fire-haired youth
and his raven-haired match
swore to each other
beneath the twisted cypress
That secret the wind kept
from the surface of the sea
as they wrestled a dance older
than the shape of human bone
roaring, breaking
murmuring, flattening
That word I dreamed
that lost, stardust word
glowing black
not mine
not yours
not ours